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1. Watching the droplets on K’s windshield one night on my way home joining and falling apart turning to trickles and breaking away as it poured outside. The apartment doors were little squares, each the same, windows covered with blinds, lines and squares and lines.

2. “Down in the deepest kingdom of the sea, where there is no light, there lives a type of creature with no brain, no eyes and no mouth. It does nothing but live and put forth petals of perfect crimson where none are there to see. It is nothing except a tiny yes in the night. And yet… it has enemies that bear it a vicious, unbending malice, who wish not only for its tiny life to be over but also that it had never existed.” Terry Pratchett

3. I saw a Rothko exposition today in the art museum. What was interesting was his slow transformation from figurative drawing to floating squares of paint on top of each other. Honestly, you could see every step on the way. Maybe these squares are people to him, in the purest form–these blue and purple and red splotches. Who’s to say?

4. Songs that have been stuck in my head: You’ll never get away from Me Gypsy, The theme from Charade (Mancini), This Boy (Beatles), Edge of Seventeen (Stevie Nicks) but it’s just the White Winged dove bit over and over, Remedy (Little Boots) but just the line dancing is a remedy remedy.

5. How worlds are made in art, how they grow their own power and gravity, and have more influence, sometimes, than the real world.